Friday, 27 December 2013

Well, I suppose I should begin by wishing everyone a joyous 'near winter solstice' festive season sprinkled with 'get out of slavery' free days, and I hope Satan's Claws were gentile on your pocket book... Or... More importantly I should say fuck that noise: Merry Christmas, which thanks to predictive typing and auto-politically-correct took 4 times each to type before I finally gave up and tapped each individual letter to obtain the desired result of "Merry Christmas" (this time copied and pasted because I know predictive means nobody would ever type the same words twice in a sentence)... Sure, Christmas may have come and gone but we all know full well that this doesn't need to end our relationships with the merchants who have now gone about marking down the prices on all that useless crap we didn't find in our stockings, because those filling our stockings were busy being told that their holding company refused to extend them the debt required to pay full price in what used to be known as boxing day, which worked so well in keeping us giving away our money that it was extended to boxing week, and finally some kind of octa-seminal period ending just in time for valentines day...

Much the same as how American Thanksgiving is followed up by the throat punching frenzy called black Friday, it really is about giving thanks to the bank for letting us spend the blood of our children in exchange for a wheelbarrow full of overpriced shit we didn't know we needed until it went on sale.
I don't hate Christmas, but I do hate that it seemingly misrepresents love and joy as having some monetary value which must never be underspent lest we find ourselves disowned. Because we all know who benefits from that portrayal: the bankers, merchants, and corporations who invented the spirit of giving, and the most notorious child labour law breaker, Mr Claws of Satan himself...

Think about it, Tolkien's elves are tall and slender, Santa's are short like 5-year-old children. There has to be some reason for this discrepancy as to size, and I'm figuring it was meant to be some kind of inside joke which until this very moment I had never given a moments thought.
As incredible as it may sound, I've realized just how deep the social engineering project gets... I just saw a commercial for a grocery store points program which: gives you 200 points per dollar spent, and gives you 1 dollar off for every 1000 points collected... Now it's possible that I wasn't really listening, because I am prone to paying no mind to the magic box... 1 free dollar for every 5 I spend? (again, I might have the exacts wrong, but still I am to be rewarded for logging all of my purchases to my name, perhaps I shall try to video tape this commercial) …And all I have to do is allow you to profile my purchasing and eating habits and sell this data to the highest bidder? Well, it's starting to sound like somebody should probably be paying me as well as letting me walk out the store with whatever fits in the cart for free... Doesn't it? When you look at it from that perspective, this no longer sounds all that implausible, does it? And yet, with just the right focus, or lack thereof, you start to see just how interconnected and interdependent this whole system of control really is.

But surely this is just crazy talk rantings of a disgruntled fellow who fell off the world and was denied reentry into it? Right?

I've never stated that I have the requisite qualifications to have any idea what I am talking about, nor that I even know what those requisites might be, so, you are left to ask yourself if anything I have said was worth listening to in the first place... Ah the quandary of freedom, to accept the truth in it's naked ugliness, or, garnish it with the trimmings of your own perspective thus transforming it into whatever it isn't, yet is more palatable, even if it is no longer true in the fashion of it's original intent...

Addendum: I was planning to, at some point, make mention of the hypocrites openly declaring the now dead Nelson Mandela a hero to humanity despite the role their country played in bringing the terrorist version of Mandela to justice all those years earlier... But it really did not seem to fit the tone of everything else I have said here. Sometimes that's just how these things go.

Friday, 22 November 2013

I suppose it's about time I post something about shit that doesn't directly involve me, maybe simply for nostalgia's sake, since for the most part everything points back to the same places... Yes, regardless of how you slice it up things tend to happen because money changed hands and promises were made in some dimly lit parking garage or backroom. I understand the plan has always been to keep most people stupid like a fox, and as it happened, I just saw stupid on prime-time TV...

Some new game show in which the contestant was asked what a Grammy Award is shaped like: A) a megaphone, B) a microphone, C) a gramophone... Wouldn't you know it, stupid needed 2 lifelines and still seemed unsure... Then, it got worse... We find out on 'ask the mob' that under half of this so called mob had the right answer... It was at least more than the 33% attrition rate of randomly guessing from 3 possible answers, but not by enough to make me warm and fuzzy inside...

Tuesday, 19 November 2013

I figure, I should possibly put this out here to try and justify that I am both human and fallible.... Not that I feel any innate need to prove myself to anyone in particular, but simply to try and knock my overtly large ego down a peg or two.

I was duped by someone recently, not in any large way like sending money to a Nigerian prince or ending up in the sex-slave market, nor any other of those horrendous tales you hear occurring in the underbelly of human horrors all to often these days... No mine was more of a social dupe where somebody was playing the part of someone they were not. I won't say there were no tell-tale signs that this person was not who they claimed to be, but alarmingly, none of my normal red alerts fully triggered themselves. They just yellow-flagged certain details as being off. Eventually, this person felt guilty and confessed, or they felt that a third slip up would completely unravel the entire cover-story... I cannot be sure which it was because the sequence of events past don't rearrange themselves according to my desires, if they did, I'd have won a few lotteries by now.

But life goes on. Gut feelings are still gut feelings and maybe there are certain subtleties not as easily felt... I could blame it all on my desire to trust that people want to be honest, good, and loving over deceptive, malicious, and self-centered. I know this is in direct conflict to this age of materialism, personal gratification, and self-loathing, but I cannot simply give up and trust in nothing and nobody in a world already super saturated in its own artificiality. What would that leave? Might as well apply for a job at Dewey, Falkham, & Howe if only to splatter my gray matter all over the 35th floor corner office within the first month... Nobody can convince me that's how I end, not even me.

So I pick myself up and brush off the grass stains and dust and press onward down the seldom walked roads just a little wiser. Maybe I'll pay more heed to the yellow flags littering the landscape, or maybe I'll keep finding the same intersection at Benefit & Doubt, but it isn't me who will lose sleep over whatever comes next... But then I haven't lost sleep over what came last either...

Sunday, 17 November 2013

I had mentioned in a previous post that I am not spending as much time following the news as I used to, because I find the repetitive nature of the cyclonic vortex into the depths of utter insanity to be rather a tedious bore. Coincidentally, this has led to a large reduction in the number of angry rants appearing in this blog... However... I do still pay attention to things because I am apparently a masochist, or I give a shit, or something.

My city has it's first 'actually elected' mayor after a series of, arresting the last corrupt bastard 3 times over. Not that I feel very differently about this jackoff than any of his predecessors, and figure it's simply a matter of a year at most before this guy is embroiled in some scandal. I mean, the reality is this: I live in the Detroit of Canada with all the crime in city Hall instead of the streets and bankruptcy date as yet undetermined... Maybe this mayor will have that Rob Ford syndrome of forgetting the time he smoked crack because he was drunk... Hmmmmm, Rob Ford, Betty Ford, relatives? I wonder...

Blasé and humdrum... You never really have to look far to see things which are criminal to some, yet are common practice to those who perceive themselves immune to laws. The avarice has consumed their ability or desire to remain covert and patient. This is the only logical conclusion one can come to unless one truly wishes to believe these behavioral patterns are some new phenomenon, on whom the sole blame must by the internet. I neither wish nor believe that poor excuse, but I am certain it's being toted about by many of the special interests as some sort of rallying call.

Many of us are aware that the internet was never intended for the general populace to use as anything but a vehicle for cat videos or anal gape rape porn. It was commercialized to make fake money cross fake lines on a map easier, yet, funny enough, we figured out that it was invented as a means of sharing information and knowledge... So it's been an enemy and fall guy ever since.

I'm not sure why it's been so hard for those who own everything to dissuade the rest of everyone from believing there could be anything altruistic about the cat video porn delivery system. Maybe one to many cats were let out of the bag, and now there's no way that genie fits back in the bottle.

Well this feels like the end of the post even if I've made one, none, or many points... I don't recall characterizing myself as consistent, anyway... Note: I will attempt to update this post with the intended links, but since my PC just decided it can't find windows, and adding links from my phone is a large pain in my ass, this may take a day or 2.

Thursday, 14 November 2013

There have been many latent and slow changes apparent to me of late. I'm not entirely certain how long it's been happening nor how much longer it will take to happen. I've begun to see both sides of the coin now as I appear to find the beauty hidden beneath layers of well varnished ugly as well as all the ugly which has always masqueraded as beauty. I find an odd sense of love being much simpler to hand out than contempt and give less that half a shit if there were any reciprocity to follow. When I've been outside (which I do still avoid to some degree) I feel a sense of the kindred human spirit reflected in the faces of most strangers save for a few really bad eggs... Mostly those bad eggs appear to be limited to the stewards of corporate guardianship who may smell the stench of humanity on my skin or see some radiant aura of 'bad for business' enter the interview room moments before I do, but I can only speculate into things I cannot see, smell, hear, taste, nor touch.

Maybe this all stems from some sense of when not to go outside, or maybe I am staring at the refracted reflection of myself being interpreted subconsciously by many of those around me. I haven't broached the subject with any of the strangers who've seemingly singled me out in a crowd with random small talk or questions on which bus goes where, but I am seemingly 'approachable' which, in all honesty, had never previously been the case... A lifetime has passed where I've been accustomed to finding myself the only inhabitant of this side of the street, and now here are strangers, looking to me for whatever company or information they required, and often these encounters find their way into some like minded views of topics I write about here, despite my not having steered the conversation in the least.

I'm not seeking the hidden meaning of it, be that aura, resonance, magnetism, self-confidence, or vibratory states because it's likely a combination of many of these. But it does show me an inkling of the whole of all people, and give me a sense of just what obstacles or owners failed to contemplate even if I'm only seeing a unique and localized event-horizon, I feel it is a growing and spreading state of mind as people are less afraid of shedding the misconceptions so carefully concocted and spoon fed to us the spans of many lives.

Saturday, 9 November 2013

My last posting appears to have ended rather abruptly into a rage against the world, it isn't often that I apologize for saying what I've said or as the case is not saying what I didn't say, but, as it stands, I actually am sorry for having not said whatever I came here to say... Now that we are good and confused, unless we're actually bad and confused, I'll apologize again because it's unlikely that I will be able to say whatever I meant to say in the same way that I would have said it 2 days ago because that train of thought rolled off its tracks and headlong into a wall of consequence where it became irreparably damaged.

Now that that's all cleared up, or at least been covered up with a body bag, I can say that I do, at least remember where that train was heading... All that 'God is within you' speech was moving towards this point: all the fear, hatred, anger, and contempt we are force fed via media and the bastardization of our quickly dying language is phoney. It doesn't originate in ourselves, it's part of the elaborate programming we've all been subject to through this life, as well as many lives past. We don't own it, and it doesn't own us. Fear isn't even an emotion, it's an instinct which tends to be used against us to such a tremendous and abusive rate that people are afraid of what others may think if they walk out the house without being decked out in the latest haute couture... Let that one sit in your brain for a minute... How is this a life or death situation that we can't step outside without our Manolo Fuckits or Tommy Teabaggers on?!!! Quite simply, it isn't and never was.

All this vanity was created for the purpose of turning your labours into the bankroll of filthy rich pigs who, upon realizing that art school was too hard began stapling pigeon feathers to footwear and double-cheeked fake kissing anyone they met and overusing the word fabulous to give the impression that they are eccentric and therefore must shit Picasso's in their bed at night. Yes, we hate ourselves to feed the wealthy and drive the sales of products made by children and slaves in places without a law against such things, and somehow this is supposed to make us whole and complete and we feel good about ourselves... For a short while... There's a reason that feeling doesn't last long: it wasn't our feeling in the first place, it was implanted in us from the outside...

Like so many of the things we feel...

If this is still making sense, then you likely realize that love, empathy, compassion, trust, patience, and acceptance are the internal emotions being subdued by those which are being implanted... There is no need of major analysis, or study groups to see just how lacking so many of us have become in these emotions, which can only imply an engineered targeting of these by whomever thinks these traits are either bad or dangerous... Sure love and trust can end badly, but their rewards far exceed their risks when applied correctly. I'm not saying caution be dammed because the hooligans who've been switching out our emotions with powdered decaf are among us and know how to blend in much better than I can these days, and they'd stop at nothing to steal back your fragile trusts and feed once again on your broken dreams... Again, best litmus test I have is finding out who laughs when an elderly lady falls down, or when someone kicks a puppy... I'm sure I could list a few others, but I really don't need to go to my dark place right now..

Thursday, 7 November 2013

I know I don't often speak of God here, and in so saying, let's call not often, almost never. It isn't simply because I am an agnostic who's chosen to forge his own path through this life but also that I tend to zone out when anybody around me gets preachy for the simple fact that I view religion as a long running control system wherein the brainwashed denizens congregate on a set schedule to be programmed by the person standing in the front of the room...

That isn't too say I hold no belief in the great beyond, and other things both unknown and unseen. No. But I also won't claim god as a singular entity either. I perceive god as the soul within all of us, unless you are one of the soul sucking Zionist, banker, supremist, vampire rats I so frequently like to lash out towards in these pages... Because they are demonspawn as are all the rat-bastards who feel compelled to do their bidding, yes you know who you are, you corrupt politicians, warmongers, mouth-breathing chain of command pit bull cops, and lying through your teeth media whores. Oh, and let's not forget anyone in the education system whose sole joy in life has been to suck the imagination right out of our children in the effort to churn out generations of mindless automatons. HEY! TEACHER! LEAVE THOSE KIDS ALONE!

So we are left with the rest of us... The litmus test is simple enough, if you are not prone to outbursts of wicked cackling when seeing someone kick a puppy, I'm probably talking about you. You are god to some degree or another, the degrees of which will vary depending on your tendencies and tenacities but the bottom line is really on how much good or bad you inflict on others... Now I don't mean this in any sexual sense unless you were inflicting your will on the unconsenting or unable to consent, because that puts you in the rank and file of banker douchbags, but what happens between consenting people is their own business.

So there it is, all around us, you're god, I'm god, this is the omnipotence, this is the unity, we were all one and we will be again. This is why we spend lifetimes searching for the person who makes us feel whole, because when we came to be here, we gave up our oneness to be this incomplete and imperfect version of what we were... We don't need to pray to the Egyptian DEMON Amon (aka, ahmen, aka AMEN familiar? hmmm?). We only ever need to look into ourselves, past the layers of fashion magazine 50 ways to make your dick bigger, 45 ways to please a man, and all those other reasons we've been fed to fuel a hatred towards our own selves. All the answers are there once you dig past the veneer of brainwashing rhetoric engineered for the purpose of selling a product or service.

Results will vary only in degrees from person to person in much the same manner as the definition of love does... I've never felt more right about anything, and yet like love, I can't tell you what to feel nor how to feel about itlist when you get there...

On that note I must finish this and go into a job interview... (12:45)

.... (13:15) ....

I have just set a new record time for not getting the job.... After all this attempt at being positive and filled with joy and love in the posting, I was told I am too negative and probably uncoachable. It's nice that my interviewer choose not to waste any more of "my" time, which is seemingly of little value under my present salary structure, but I think she meant her time given that zero times anything is still zero.

I guess that I really can't blend into this world of fakes, liars, and sleeping minions anymore, but at least she was somewhat honest... Must be time to start considering other options...

Saturday, 2 November 2013

I just witnessed a microcosm, or maybe it was a macrocosm because I could see it, of the end of days. Here in Montreal it was a windy afternoon and evening, power failures started popping up in spots throughout the area, and I was to attend a birthday in a restaurant with take out and delivery. A place whose speciality is roast chicken. I order a quarter chicken breast, as do many of the 15 people at the table. 15, or 20 minutes pass and the waitress returns to inform us: the restaurant is out of roasted, quarter chicken...

We (mostly) take this in stride with the commentary that this place specializes in roasted chicken, but change our orders. I chose the steak, as close to uncooked as they'd do and another 20 oz beer, and rejoined the conversation. Another 15 or 20 minutes passes... The waitress returns with, we're out of steak, leaving mr a choice of, salad, chicken fingers, or radiation poisoning à là salmon that might be from the Fukushima infested Pacific. You only live once, so I ordered the Salmon, and asked if they were out of beer yet... They weren't and the 3rd 20 OZ beer came into arms reach. So now we're a table full of people who've been drinking on an empty stomach who have more or less seen the humour of the situation...

But suddenly I realized, I didn't verbalize it, because I figured it would cause a mutiny, but I realized that this is just how lean the supply chain of the entire planet has been scaled down to. Gas stations frequently run out of gas even if for only a few hours, stores don't want to be left holding the bag on inventory nobody wants to buy, nor do manufacturing plants. It would be understandable where perishable goods are concerned, or with exorbitantly expensive items like cars which also take up a whole lot of space... But this truly was a reflection of our world in a state of collapse.

While I am speaking of it, unless I was only thinking of it, which means I'll say it whether it fits or not: which moron decided that canned and pickled items need an expiry date on them and when? I seem to recall a time when you could eat canned veggies in a store brand so old you no longer remember where that store used to live before Walmart evicted them. But then they say memories dim over time so maybe I wasn't really there in the first place. I'm simply putting out the food for thought, ultimately it's on you to eat or not and makes little difference in my life. But of course there's the limited time offer because at exactly midnight of October 21st 2016 all the rat poison coating the interior of this can mystically activates et voila your wax beans of doomsday survival are simply wax beans of doom.

Unless Monsanto was involved in any phase prior to you putting it on your shelf in which case, foiget abaat it. Plans inside of plans inside of plans, and every juncture designed to coral you like the cattle they perceive you to be. Don't look at me, I didn't make the rules, and usually don't choose to live by them, which, I might add really helps draw ones attention to them...

Living on the edge of civilization often brings about the ability to point out who thinks inside the box, while knowing full well that there is no box. The inverse of this works too: those so hopelessly dependent on my not being right tend to get a weird sensation from my presence, that I don't even have to open my mouth to feel shunned anymore. Yes I can now feel the distain and palpable dread of those among us too afraid to think for themselves while people avoid the seat next me on the crowded bus, and I don't look ghastly, unclean, nor brutishly different than anyone else... I simply vibrate in a different resonance than everyone else... I really only bite when asked :-p

Tuesday, 29 October 2013

Sometimes I just have to laugh at it all because I have known full well for a long time that the control freaks are completely out of hand. It isn't that I've had some inside scoop handed to me or any proof undeniable dropped in my lap, but mostly that some truths are self-evident. they simply are whether we like it or not. The bottom line is that when I look out the window, I don't see the world that I once did, my perception on things have changed so much that I can no longer even see the facade.

No I don't suddenly have X-ray vision, but simply for what I know and understand I can no longer identify the exterior shell / mask put in place for the general public's consumption. I know it's still there, so don't think I am suddenly NEO who sees only computer code while within the matrix, even if this isn't really that far from the truth. It's actually more of an emotional sense that what I am looking at isn't really what I am looking at but is rather something much uglier, and more sinister than the object put in place in order to hide intent, except on the rare occasion that it is exactly what it looks like because one really cannot mask certain types of things from looking like exactly what they are. These things, however, are much rarer than you might expect.

The way I see things, the world is a giant interlocking control system. One system overlaid on top of another which at first glance simply appear to be independant of one another each performing it's own function somewhat unaware of the existence of any other system... But on further examination you realize that everything is in concert with everything else and that the apparent randomness of whirring gear(heads) and spinning cogs do follow a pattern of sorts. It's not something you could dance to but then with the present state of entertainment, what is?

Monday, 14 October 2013

I am never more amazed by what the media talks about than I am by what the media does not talk about. It certainly aids the cause of pointing out who must control that which is called news, when they seemingly fail to mention that yet another European nation has told the Rothschild usury machine and it's wholly owned subsidiary named the IMF to go fuck it's self. Of course they then will go on and fail to mention anything about how that's working out for that nation because nobody wants to hear horrific words like: 'amazingly fast recovery'... That might lead to some foolish monkey see monkey do type of act where people have the gall to believe that if it's working there, it just might work here...

The nerve of some of us non-economists to think we might have some grasp of simple math wherein 1 is somehow equal to 1, instead of 1.025, or whichever number greater or less than 1 we were expected to swallow as being identical to 1 when it obviously never was. Yes, they really think we are all just that stupid, when in reality the only ones that stupid were the corrupt, greedy, and evil mongrels we were foolish enough to have elected to represent us in not selling our future for some useless and worthless trinkets, which according to the fine print we likely don't even own, but rather rented the privilege of viewing from the other side of triple-paned bulletproof glass until they've decided they don't even want us doing that anymore.

It isn't really that they will take it away, but rather that the batteries in the holographic projector will inevitably expire revealing the guarded display case to be as empty as it ever was. That's the real gag behind it all, it's always been over nothing.... Except when it was over less than nothing... Thankfully I doubt it will be me reaching into the grab bag of stolen booty to find myself elbow deep in flaming dog shit simply because I am fairly certain I'd find precisely that, so I wouldn't be fool enough to put my hands into it in the first place... But if it so pleases you, be my guest, prove me wrong if you can, just don't despair as I will laugh at whomever proves me right by getting an armful of searingly hot stink.

Surely you must be aware of the rate at which our decent has begun to accelerate. It won't be too long now before we speed right past free fall into tailspin nosedive. And still the reporter on the street fails to ask who's piloting the plane, while instead advertising how rigorously the manufacturer claims to have stress-tested the wings, or maybe giving the sand covered 2 almonds in a bag a 4 out of 5 stars... Always the focus on the banal and trivial details which keep the discussion from becoming anything remotely practical... In the end you know they will simply accuse a brown person halfway around the world for the whole damned mess, so why don't you save yourself the time and tune into one of those horribly scripted reality shows now? It's always easiest to feel smugly superior while boo boo eats 'sghetti', isn't it?

In case you missed the cynical and sarcastic inflection not audible in written texts, fuck off... I'd repeat it if everything I write here didn't already feel l like a regurgitation of some prepackaged near-food Monsanto concoction I accidentally ingested weeks or even months ago. Yes, I feel like I am simply plagiarizing myself over and over in the hopes of making any kind of progress in making my point idiot proof, which my background in user end computer support, dictates to be an albino wooly mammoth... Sadly, idiot proofing tends to simply create a better idiot in most cases. Maybe that makes me the real idiot, for cotinuing to try...

Saturday, 12 October 2013

Well, another long awaited, much delayed blog entry is upon me. Again I'll attempt to reword the exact same bottled and distilled sentiment of disgust for the lowest common denominator, rock bottom priced, yet no one can afford, prepackaged garbage called freedom of choice between Walmart or Target, and from which your choice was based primarily in which place you could obtain an employee discount. I say these things as I two facedly scam Wi-Fi from the nearby apple store shrine of worship to all that is newly obsolete yet polished shiny and observably thumb-fucking my own shining and polished, obsolete three years before it was made, NSA locator tag...

I'd hate the world if it weren't so ironically backwards as to make it simple to point and laugh at. Though I would have figured more people would be pointing and laughing by now... Maybe that's not happening for the same reasonings as my own pointed words have s slowed of late... The simple need to ignore it all for a while to rebalance the sane from the insane, because nobody can remain immersed in utter insanity every hour of every day and hope to emerge unscathed... So we take to the silence of our own mind now and again.

But then the USA is closed so I guess that means the Zionists need a new pitbull to unleash rabid and foaming in Syria... Unless there was some last minute autopilot contingency put in place, which I somehow missed during this sabbatical... Seems unlikely though as I am not the only person who's been paying attention...

I know there have been consequences when I write what I'm thinking... I now have a measured and observed difference between being offered 1 possible job every three weeks (which I ultimately don't get), to being offered 3 or 4 jobs a week, some of which I still haven't seen to any conclusiveness of not getting... Maybe next week the theory shall be proven, as I will post this, and the 2 open offers suddenly forget I exist...

I am aware that the grass is brown and laden with grubs and rotworm on every side of the fence, but I can't help but wonder if it's time to give up on here, and go there just to see if things change even slightly... I only know that I'll never really know if I don't test the theory, but the question has always been one of where to then? I've had some recent dalliance with the idea of Kingston, but almost no logic which presents this as a good idea... Maybe that's exactly why it should be followed, but then maybe that's fate rather than destiny talking.... It's hard to know since both appear to speak using the same voice, except that one uses a much more finite verbiage than the other... It's subtle enough that most tend not to hear the difference, but the devils in the details.

Which comes right back to this freedom of false choices issue... It isn't as though the banksters don't also own Kingston just as they do almost every other property or worldly possession known to exist. No the true freedom to choose is actually realized in choosing not to choose. The game can only be won by never having played it in the first place, which is why so few seem to comprehend that there was even a game in play, they're too busy debating the rulebook while watching the instant replay to recognize just how they've been played. Sure some may be gaining a certain level of awareness to the horror that is the truth, but I know from my own experience that there ain't no simple 12-step program created to ween you from the programming... And if there was it would have been created by those same programmers so why would you ever trust it?

So I'm well past any point of no return, not that going back to whatever once was sounds even remotely palatable, yet at the same time I'm still trapped in the hamster wheel with little means of escape. I'd become the phoenix reborn of my own ashes if I truly believed it would make any difference one way or the other, but have come to think that at most I'd only serve the purpose of a bad example. This is what so often happens when things are left to the interpretation of expert morons with a PhD in stupid. And a lot of things are left to be interpreted by exactly those morons in these times.

I've had a very odd encounter lately with someone who feels like a lifelong friend yet I've never actually met them... I have no means of knowing if anything about this person is true yet something just resonates as 'can't be any other way'. Maybe this is simply the mirror holding itself up and revealing that my sentiment exists out there as well as in here, and maybe this was presented at a much needed time as i had been lacking the strength of faith to not give up and put the kabash on everything and give in to all the brainwashing if for no other reason than to gain just a little latitude, even if this latitude were simply for the sake of appearances as many who are close to me don't see or understand the world in the same light as I do.

Thus far my sacrifice has been the cost of nonconformity, I refuse to compromise myself for the safety of having a carrot on a string dangled before me, yet somehow this comes off as being lazy, or uncreative, or failing to adapt. The exact opposite is true, however, as nobody appears to realize just how hard it is to refuse to consider any part of this place as being normal given that I am shown the cost of this refusal on a daily basis. It's, in fact, rather difficult to continuously struggle against the torrent of sleepwalkers who refuse to mind where they are or which direction they travel, and who won't even take a second look at their surroundings. But then so many dreams seem real while you are in them, regardless of whatever physical impossibilities may occur, right up until that fading recollection in the first ten minutes after waking.

Well, I've said a lot of nothing much here, and taken much more time to say it than I'd hoped. It's no longer yesterday afternoon here but tomorrow morning, which, given the absence of links is possibly the longest any of these ramblings had ever taken... But this is that first ten minutes after waking and the dream is slowly fading, so it would appear that this is as good a time to end this as any...

Monday, 30 September 2013

I know. It's been awhile since I've come around here. It's not like I've been on vacation or forgot to pay the internet bill... Nor did I stop reading the endless one-sided narratives sometimes called headlines, but rather they all appear too say the same things as every other headline which from an eagle eyed view read "trust me, I'm untrustworthy!" in their sublime subliminal.

I no longer feel an outcast for expressing my opinions, and often no longer feel my words go unheard, or shut down in ignorance or indolence, but still the apathy is so thick you need a well heated knife to cut through it. Do these people not realize they are being dangled over the edge of a cliff by creatures with not a droplet of empathy over who lives or dies? Only they have the power to decide between fate or destiny and in the end it more about making the choice than it was about how to proceed once the choice was made... Because the choosing itself is destiny.

I won't try to paint any pictures of rose filled gardens becoming the de facto because the way forward is neither clear cut nor easy. But then, it's possible that I am wrong, just as it always has been. It's been so long since I made my choice that I don't really remember how things looked before I did the choosing. That doesn't mean I can't see or feel how small and incremental changes have modified the general perception of normal, or as they say, business as usual given just how subjective and elusive the word normal truly is.

Maybe these statements are the reflection of my own apathy or simply an understanding that my past attempts have not had the desired effect. Things have changed, but only slightly, and not even slightly enough to alter their outcome, only the timetable in which it occurs. In this time we've bought ourselves, I feel it best not expend my energy pointing out all those things I've already said since all those words still exist in these pages even if all the examples I've cited and linked to do not... That's the funny thing about this age of digital press, and having an unprinted past which could evaporate or change itself to suit the needs of whoever has control over those archives in such simplistic revisionism.

Tuesday, 17 September 2013

I don't really have anything to write today, and was actually just going to post a George Carlin compilation video... Then it happened. My phone rang, it was a headhunter, who said:

We see by your profile that you are not a 'programmer / developer' but rather a 'tech support and networking tech' person. We have an opening for C++, Java, and Perl developer is there anybody you know and could recommend for this position?

Needless to say, I lost my shit on this person!!! Does my profile suggest that I am going to do your fucking job for you? You are the headhunter, not me, I am an 'out of work' Network Administrator who isn't getting paid by anybody, so you can go fuck yourself!!! <click>

Did that really just happen? What the hell is wrong with people???

Anyhow, enjoy some George Carlin while I go smash my head into a wall until I am unconscious.

Saturday, 14 September 2013

I know it has been a while since I have asked why do we trust 'experts' to give us our opinions? I mean here's one expert we can't trust to give us a copy of her diploma, so what else might she lie about, hmm? I am an expert in one thing, and that is knowing better than to call myself an expert at anything even if I do know that Egypt borders neither Syria, nor Iran:

Iraq'ed my brain trying to figure out what's not right here...

I mean, experts came up with the idea that NAFTA would be good for Canadian consumers via lower prices, but instead we get this kind of thing happening. These kinds of things usually end poorly, yet we still have politicians negotiating TPP, CETA, & FIPA (oops, too late on FIPA) behind closed doors... If there really was some concern on their part, for foreign investors, then there would be a whole lot of people in prison for all those Triple-A rated junk bonds known as Mortgage Backed Securities which were purchased by the American taxpayer, rather than prosecuted. Nobody has gone to jail for that, but somehow, we now have swat teams sent out to establish who pissed in the pool, or something along that vein.

I know it's hard to hear oneself think over the 'regularly scheduled programming', which is why you should start in a small and targeted way, like, for example, "why do they call it programming?" seems like as good a place to begin to question things as any, does it not? Eventually that single question leads to a "Could they really be this blatantly NOT hiding this 'program' from the 'programmed'?" at some point down the line... I mean, the word "program" itself seems to have some very interesting meanings, most of which pertain to 'plans of action', 'encoding operating instructions', 'inserting instructions', 'causing automatic responses', or "a radio or television production".... Hmmm, that's interesting, isn't it?

Thursday, 12 September 2013

This morning I don't have a ton of things to discuss, in fact I haven't figured out, yet, why the urge to type has hit me except for some very profound things I have just read. So I present this "letter from Vladimir Putin" (republished at Land Destroyer in case the NYT paywall kicks in). Now I will not speak to the veracity of the author because looking at text on a screen tells me nothing about whether or not this really is from Mr. Putin, but then I wouldn't know his handwriting nor signature, would I? Despite this potential of not being who it claims to be, the letter itself is very thought provoking and contains a pretty powerful and inspired message, which is something I feel needs to be read by a whole lot of people, otherwise, why would I have bothered to put it here, as I still have no idea why I am continuing to type.

There was also this blog entry "why we are confused" which aligns pretty perfectly with something I was mentioning yesterday, being the magic highlighter drawing focus to non-issues in order to divide us. It really does help to connect the dots and bring realization that demoting a religion or culture in favour of promoting another religion or culture serves neither purpose effectively. That said, there must obviously be another purpose behind it all... I won't deny that Marois has played her role as a racist nutbag well and that she likely has a great future ahead of her, starring in the Hollywood 'B' movie circuit as a deranged psychopathic killer for just how well she sells crazy in real life (if that's what this place really is)...

Wednesday, 11 September 2013

So the quebec government has succeeded in getting us divided on a non-issue while we stop talking about real issues, well, at least some of us as there is still the occasional editorial and open letter here and there. But these are still taking time and effort away from discussing the fact that Quebec is now shedding 5000 jobs a month, and that giant craters are opening up and swallowing backhoes in the middle of downtown Montreal. Of course, this all goes towards a goal of evacuating the province of all those who are affected by this 'dress code' because these are not people who make up the desired demographic of morons who would vote for an independent Quebec that uses Canadian dollars (oxymoron intended). I am aware that outside of Montreal and Quebec City there is a large population of backwoods hicks who have never even seen a muslim except for those being labelled as a terrorist on the evening 'nouvelles', and who can't speak a word of "da H'english" save for having a "craque dans le windshield" or "un flatte dans le ti'er", or who eat at their backyard BBQ "les 'ot dogs et les 'amburgers" (note to non-Quebec readers: Quebec Francophones speaking English cannot pronounce "H" when it's at the beginning of a word, but somehow add an "H" to the beginning of any word starting with a vowel, without some level of practice). I mean it isn't like they are planning to remove the Catholic found just about everywhere... Majority of Quebec townships and streets are "Saint(e)" something-or-other, but that's OK because this is part of Quebec's heritage (of double standards). I mean, really, this doesn't even ban opening prayers at municipal council meetings, separation of church and state my ass...

Wednesday, 4 September 2013

Sometimes it takes a long while to answer some of the most basic questions in life, until you realize that it wasn't answering that took so long, but rather coming to terms with the answer, or owning the answer that takes all the time and effort. I understand and own the answer to the most basic of all questions now. It's the question that just about every single one of us has asked at one time or another: 'why am I here?'. The answer, is much simpler than the question: 'because I chose to be here'. Every single day I make the same choice in waking from my slumber and getting out of bed, while the whole time I could just as easily have chosen not to be here anymore.

Friday, 30 August 2013

I've come to understand recently that I am fast approaching an impasse from almost every angle. It's as though it some point very recently I saw the whole picture enough to completely understand the intricacies and nuances, which is not really enough to name the names, but that I can now point out where's waldo on every single page and the entire exercise no longer holds any interest. While it's true that there might be some other points of interest which I missed along the way, they are likely going to grow scarcer and scarcer. I know that some portion of this apparent boredom is generated by some portion of my information feeds which sometimes like to trumpet the same thing about every 10 minutes as though this were something new that wasn't here 10 minutes ago and 10 minutes before that. I do try not to repeat myself, because that's dull and defeats the purpose of simply putting a link to the last time I said it, because it's still exactly where it was, but is no longer 'new' in terms of how information is managed and displayed here. But I am aware of how some of my informational sources are actually fed by many people, whereas I am the only contributor here so I do try to give the benefit of the doubt in these matters and don't simply unsubscribe.

All the same I presently only have 4 unread items right now, and I've been ignoring many of them for several days (actually, I've read all 4 but have not seen where they fit with whatever I've written lately)...

Poop! (which explains why in a blindfolded taste test I tend to ask, 'did someone just shit in my mouth?'). There, I've fit one in and have 3 remaining, I guess that was easier than I had originally thought... Oh, wait, Aspartame was a creation of Monsanto, who probably wants nobody to know about this radio wave treated water stuff, because it could bankrupt them. I wonder if this could be replicated using 2 hoses and a chamber containing an underwater speaker playing some Mozart or Beethoven downtuned by 8Hz? Couldn't hurt to try it at the very least. (and I am down to 2 because that '432Hz thing' I read awhile back)

The last one I actually hadn't read called "how to keep the NSA out of your computer"... I suspect my first instinct will prove to be correct, and that will be to not own one, but if it has anything worthwhile maybe it will appear here at a later date... So apparently I told an untruth, you will have to forgive that as it was more of an oversight than a deliberate lie.

Wednesday, 28 August 2013

I am aware that I have not made much mention of this whole 'Syria false flag chemical weapons must be stopped by bombing the shit out of them' thing, and have now summed it all up in a half a sentence, and so, don't need to say a whole lot more on the topic. I don't see much reason to say what everybody else is already saying because I have no urge to become part of the static which I see both sides of the argument becoming at the moment. Syria has always been on that list of 7 countries in 5 years, which, because of being a plan executed by a government has taken longer and cost more and not actually progressed in the same direction as it's originally advertised goal line because the advertised goal was never the intended goal in the first place. That is simply how these things are, and will continue to be so long as we continue to fall for the lie and chant their slogans reinforcing the programming so we'll accept the lie again next time they need to use the very same one.

In case it is not absolutely obvious yet I will spell it out: they don't give a fuck what we think, say, or do about it any more this time, than they did last time... Unless... Well, I will get to that in a little while.

What have we done over the past decade? We have to recount these things in order to understand what hasn't yet worked.... We've written pointed letters to elected officials, and nothing has changed. We've voted new faces into the seats of apparent power, and nothing has changed. We've filled the streets with protesters and signage to be meted with tear-gas and major police brutality, and nothing has changed. We had an 'occupy' movement which was completely misunderstood by the press until it had been hijacked and divided into camps each with it's own cause of focus, and then that too was brutalized and illegalized, and nothing changed.

We know boycotting product 'a' simply promotes product 'b' which is ultimately owned by the same boards of directors, which puts the pawns making product 'a' in whatever area out of work, while product 'b' buys up new machines or a new factory in some slave-wage nation to make up the production gap which makes us the real loser while the 10 out of 12 people who own both companies laugh at our misconception of who has the power...

We are failing at these things because they are ready for them... They know how not to lose money by taking ours. They know how to make a somewhat discontent mob into an angry one, and then how to respond even more violently. They know how to infiltrate and polarize a debate about something into an argument about nothing in order to keep us divided and against each other...

What is the common theme? Every single one of these things we've tried have had a very basic, and likely unrealized foundation. They've all been rife with negative emotions, they've all been born of discontent, been simmered to a mild outrage, flambéd into anger, and extinguished with fear or pain while greed managed off with more of what it didn't deserve in the first place. They have also all boiled down to certain 'causes' or certain 'injustices' allowing our focus to be drawn away from other causes or injustices which were being done just outside our peripheral vision which leads to what appeared at the time to be a small victory for one cause which was not really that cause we were focused on taking a step back, but every other cause we weren't focused on taking a step forward.

I think the next movement, which is just so insane that it might even work, needs to be one not born of anger or focused on all that is wrong... All is wrong because we helped it to become wrong, and as such we need to forgive ourselves and each other to begin the healing process...

I suggest a nameless and wordless protest with no cause and every cause. No slogan, no marching, no signage, and no words, no dress code, and very few instructions to fuck up... Here are the instructions: at noon every Wednesday hug someone... whoever happens to be around whether you know them or not, same sex, opposite sex, heck hug several people. No groping, no bear hugs, no sexual innuendo, just a simple hug. During this hug, think of your cause, think of how you want to change the world for the better, don't say it, just think it and focus on it...

I would even suggest that this hugging period be 30 minutes from noon to 12:30 during which time, no words are spoken, and no financial or commercial transactions are made, nothing outside of true emergencies like fire fighters or ambulances or genuine 'life or death' situations should be handled for 30 minutes a week. Stop the world, and freeze time to the best of our abilities while doing nothing but hugging our fellow human and thinking about how to make the world a place we truly want to live in again. In the absence of anybody anywhere within range, hug yourself. Don't block roadways, don't block doorways, don't obstruct those who might think that they have something better to do, or more important places to be. This is not a show of force, it is a display of affection and forgiveness, so accept and forgive that there will be some who want no part in this. We need to remove all the negative energy in the room, and by extension, the world. The world, and the human psyche are wounded from all the abuses they've suffered and can only begin to heal after we've stopped wallowing in our own misery.

Monday, 26 August 2013

I don't claim to know everything, and often don't even claim to know very much at all. I simply have a perception of things that allows me to understand where the lies and injustices are. I become incensed, and outraged by injustices, while the lies have a varying emotional and even physical effect on me depending on the level and degree to which they are orchestrated, and I am probably not alone in this category. I say that I am not alone, except that, when I look around, I think a great many people do not recognize these symptoms and have no idea where to lay blame, which leads to odd behaviours, or worse, or, well, I don't know what to make of this one at all, especially considering the 'getaway' car (tractor).

Friday, 23 August 2013

There are times where I wonder if that BEMDAS rule of operations in mathematics might actually apply to space time... I have altered nothing about the order of the following headlines in my "NEWS" category in my subscriptions and yet this RANDOMLY (har-de-har-har) appears in a sequential fashion:

These articles from the same news source, on the same day within 30 minutes of each other would appear to be complete contradictions... Go on, look at the published times posted in the stories found here and here, and follow whatever logic you see fit... I am already dizzy and have decided I no longer want to think about it, outside of the fact that somebody is fudging the numbers somewhere along the line since both cannot be true at the same time in the same economy unless 4x3²+2=324 or 196 instead of 38... Or, maybe I have simply forgotten how to math... What I am undecided about is which side of this is selling us something we did not want not need.

Tuesday, 20 August 2013

So I resorted to an old strategy, which predates the internet, I used to use for finding work. Go through an industrial park and wallpaper it with applications and resumés in hopes that someone would call back... I will assume that I picked the wrong industrial park since I could not find a single block that had no visible 'for rent' or 'for sale' sign throughout my journey, which I took the liberty of cataloguing as a photo journal... Rather than bore you to tears with a slideshow of poor photography taken mostly from the seat of a bus, I compiled it all into a single contact sheet which displays the map of the journey:

For the purpose of scale, an entire runway at the airport is clearly visible on the mapThat airport is an international airport, and not some rural cessna airstrip.

Those are all the for rent or for sale signs I was able t get a picture of... Sometimes there were signs on opposite sides of the bus, and I deleted some which were completely obscured, and still ended up with about 32 signs... And not a single "we're hiring" sign in sight... I went back to one of the more promising streets to be turned away at every door. You would think that an area which is between an airport, and the train yards (not shown) would be much more sought out real estate for industry... I mean there is no lack of hotels along route 520 and not a whole lot of sight-seeing to be found in an industrial park, which a majority of the displayed map is, so what gives?

Sunday, 18 August 2013

There has been an apparent admission that the honest and transparent government entities out there, will tell the same lies for as many years as they see fit, and blame whatever natural phenomenon they can dream up to make people who don't believe them sound like tinfoil-hat wearing wingnuts. I left behind the idea that E.T. lived @ Area 51 in favour of the more credible idea that it was an aerospace testing site, but I am not completely writing off the concept that maybe the original 'crash' could have been alien in nature... I simply don't push that idea because portions of it seem uncredible, the biggest of which being if there were some 'flying saucer', a type of aircraft we still cannot replicate, why have we not been able to replicate it yet? Think for a second about a helicopter as it works on a similar principle, but in order to remain stable and controllable, the helicopter requires a tail rotor otherwise the helicopter itself would begin to spin out of control... For that simple reason alone, I tend to write off the idea of aliens and alien technology. You can believe whatever you want on this issue, what I take away from the story is that 'a non-existent secret military base' does exist, and, someone's been telling lies about it for over 60 years.

Saturday, 17 August 2013

I've decided it's time to stop posting links to this blog on facebook altogether as it would appear that some of my 'friends' have moved from supporting me to ridiculing me. I was always aware that this day would come, but was never quite certain when. Oddly enough, the ridicule came about, not after posting any link to this blog, because I haven't done that for about a week, but when I posted a link to this story about the ineffectual Quebec language police, with absolutely zero commentary of my own. Of course this compounds itself with the realization that I've now had my very first dealings with an anonymous troll... Maybe it's the very same 'friend', and maybe it isn't, I am not really curious enough to investigate it, and am not certain I even have the resources required to do such an investigation in the first place since this is not my own private server which provides me full access to the log files. Knowing 'who' would not really change anything anyway, so we'll try to move on.

I probably asked for this to occur with my last posting in a single statement, which I will repeat here for effect: "I'd rather leave this world an outcast and a pariah than to have never stood for anything at all."... Why do my immediate results only occur when the net sum is a negative balance? It's almost as though everything else I said in 7 or 8 paragraphs was completely ignored... And I was trying my hardest to keep the overall feel of that post, positive, and hopeful... Maybe I am simply not meant to deliver messages of hope, unless this is the universe (or trolls) trying to re-enforce a fact that there is no hope. I won't deny that hope is not easy to conjure up from the free fall my personal life has become, and which I don't think has bottomed out yet. I admit that I don't always know how to read the signs, but that is not the same as not seeing them at all.

Wednesday, 14 August 2013

Maybe there is hope for some of humanity, just not all of it as the apparent conservative vs. liberal equation (morally, not politically) would appear to be at exactly the opposite of their expected stance on things. I do believe that you are allowed to be gay, if that is what you are, and do not consider such things to be a disease. I also believe that it's everybody's right to want and have a family... I also, however, believe that people have a right to not condone such things if that is truly how they feel, but think the referenced example in the linked video goes overboard on the commentary and preachiness... She is entitled to have an opinion, and should even have the right to voice it, but was there really a need to bring the whole restaurant into the debate? It hardly seems like the appropriate venue for such things.

Tuesday, 13 August 2013

I think the Vladimir Putin looked at the cartoonish super-villain portrait much of the western media has painted of him and pondered deeply about how he might be able to get that touched up by PRISMACOLOR into an even more cartoonish hue. So he banned gay propagandizing... I'm not really taking sides on this issue, and am by no means homophobic, but from a point of logic: there is not one single occurrence of a 'hetero-pride' parade that I can recall ever hearing about. Maybe it's that nobody feels that a school of sea bass in the open sea is as visually appealing as 10 variants of tropical fish trapped together in a salt-water tank, or maybe there simply has never been any agenda meant to promote procreation as a means of species propagation (unless I am simply in the wrong country). I suppose in the end I don't see why straight sex is still such a taboo subject while being gay is something to be openly proud of. It's a world of double-standards from that perspective... I fuck women, and as such there is zero celebration, but if I fucked men there's an an(nu)al parade... Not that I need a parade concerning whomever I choose to fuck because I consider such things to be nobody else's damned business in the first place so long as the other participant involved was both coherent and willing... But go on and paint bizarrely homosexual crimes as homophobic ones if you want to. I see someone ass-raping someone else with beer bottles and torturing their man meat and I doubt a truly homophobic person would approach either act with a 10-foot dildo.

Monday, 12 August 2013

I've realized through a recent conversation that HOPE no longer makes any regular appearance in my blog. That is not really to say that there is no hope left, since, the reality is hope is the only reason I have to do what I do, or to write what I write. That HOPE has always been to get the point across that REALITY is fundamentally broken. I don't offer the ultimate solution to correct the situation because I don't have all the answers, I don't know where nor when correcting the flaws ends, only where those corrections must begin.

I can't solve the debt crisis on my own, all I can do is point out that borrowing more money from Rothschild banks is how we got in this mess in the first place, so doing so again simply speeds up the decline into debt slavery. I alone cannot not believe in money as it exists today because everybody else does and so I have to speak out on such topics in hopes of making others realize that the beginning and end of a majority of all that is wrong was the money itself. When money is owned by private interests and issued at interest there is never enough money to pay back more than the principle, ever, because the interest did not create money. Further that to the point that when private interests own and print whatever amount of money they want there is nothing those same private interests cannot afford to own, infiltrate, or infect.

This is why the media rejoices about how Libyan rebels are so organized and self-assured to have already set up a Rothschild controlled central bank. This is why the media cares more about the stock market, than the price of a loaf of bread in terms of the labour cost required to afford it. The stock market is not a REAL thing, it is an artificial wealth exchange between wealthy speculators and gullible sheep led to a slaughter house. Until the walls and confinements of the present perception of reality have been broken down in enough minds, I am absolutely trapped here with the sheep.

I can claim to choose my path and go against the grain, but I can only go so far as the leash allows, because eventually, I have to pay for something using MONEY regardless of how non-consumerist I have become. In the end I am still a slave to money because no other form of payment is accepted.

Usury is considered a sin in every religion that's ever come into being, including judaism, except that in judaism it's only a sin when committed against other jews (as are so many other things according to the Talmud), so why is it only the Muslims who appear to remember this fact? Remember also, that 'Muslims' are 'the enemy' and ask yourself why? The answer has very little to do with 72 virgins or terrorism, as the wars have been openly reclassified as opposing states which are "against U.S. interests"... Maybe that change happened because nobody could keep a straight face anymore while the U.S. military-industrial complex strutted off to commit terrorist acts in order to fight terrorism in some bizarre 'fight fire with fire' tactic of what is now obviously a match of shadow boxing to the death...

No, I am trapped here, and my only power to fight it remains in my articulation of the problem in hopes of reaching others... And not others who are of like mind because I obviously don't need to preach to the choir... I need to put a dent in the colony of drones wandering around aimlessly consuming the latest fashion trend and watching whatever scripted reality their television claims is the really real world, and hope fades once the realization sets in that in the age of information, ignorance is a choice, and that the majority of people choose to care what goes on in the lives of the Cardassians and Honey Boo Boo's in this world... Your superior knowledge of what colour nail-polish Kim and Chloë are inclined to wear and your impressive famous person brand of plain white T-shirt are not something which you should feel give you the right to any smug superiority, they should be a source of ultimate shame. And I HOPE these words have offended somebody out there enough to become incensed at themselves.

Saturday, 10 August 2013

Not only is there a 2% difference here, but one of these willtake effect 4 months ago in some odd interdimensional travel

Sometimes the news gives me very good and obvious reasons to not believe in it. I suppose it's possible that there was a typo because these things can happen. Then I ask myself: if I manage to find most of my typos before I publish a simple blog post, how do they get through in an organization with a staff full of 'editors' and 'proofreaders'? Then that goes further down the road of kicking the can to land on: if the editors and proofreaders aren't really doing their job, what are the 'fact checkers' doing? I don't even have fact checkers, and yet I do my best to make sure that I am at least being honest with my readers, which, granted, might not always be enough to prevent the occasional psy-op or satire from slipping through, but I AM the staff, and I am not even paid enough (or at all) to give a shit... Yet I do.

Tuesday, 6 August 2013

So there I was trying to find out if anybody anywhere knows why the Middle East has been canceled until further notice, when all of a sudden the power goes out. Nice mild sunny summer day with zero to complain about in the weather category. So I run through all the possibilities and about 15th on the list was terrorists (if there really is such a thing) so I stepped outside to see if marital law was in effect... I was disappointed. No smoke, no sirens, no cyborg army... Nope. It was lightning. The lightning happened hundreds of kilometers away which was likely why I missed it. Maybe it was terrorist lightning!

Saturday, 3 August 2013

Well, I found out that there is already a project mapping who connects to who out there... I played with it for a while and came up with this: http://mapper.nndb.com/maps/034/000022965/, and that was just randomly following some things while not attempting to prove any point... But I did prove a point that the elite can't very easily claim not to know each other, can they?

Feel free to build your own, I am going to play with a few more ideas myself

Thursday, 1 August 2013

Sometimes we need to set reminders for ourselves because we have a tendency, and even tenacity for droning on day in and day out. Some changes in life occur so slowly that we don't even notice them. Night becomes day, day becomes night, and there's been bad news on every channel for so long that unhorrendous news is now the good news, and it's still worse than the bad news was just a few years ago. Unless it's just a rehash of the exact same news that went nowhere any other time it's been in the news.

Monday, 29 July 2013

When they say "you can't judge a book by it's cover", is that because you are supposed to judge a book by it's author? If that is the case then I think I have a book to buy since Reza Aslan stands up pretty well in this character assassination attempt that FOXNEWS passes off as an interview. That must be the antithesis of censorship: they hate this guy, so maybe the book has some unique perspective that nobody is supposed to read about, unless that is the sales pitch... Because, you know, when they hold a book-burning somebody has to buy up all the books in order that they be burned, don't they? Yes, that's precisely what a book-burning does, which is the exact opposite of how the internet works.

While my primary music genre of choice is Heavy Metal, I've always had a certain affinity for Pink Floyd. Maybe I've simply always read through the symbolisms of the writings of Roger Waters and always understood the irony that both 'Have a cigar' and 'Welcome to the machine' were recorded right after the first big hit they released known as 'Dark side of the moon' despite being their 7th studio album (though, there was also "Zabriskie Point Session" which wikipedia seems not to know about, but I would not call it their most interesting work). I love that the music industry whores portrayed, ask: "which one's Pink?". No, they never took the easy road, yet somehow, they got there.

Thursday, 25 July 2013

Sorry for my lack of posting anything in the past couple of days. I've been reading this book with whatever free time I would normally be writing and picking up current events... Really good information, well researched, and, unfortunately, makes it pretty clear just how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I think I need to revisit an idea I had back when I started this blog, which is to build an interactive mesh (or web) styled organizational chart that brings names, locations, companies, affiliations, statements, dates, and official positions held into some form of schema akin to the 'Collusion' plug-in for firefox. I'm just not certain that I have the database or programming skills required... I'm also not certain if there is already a software that would allow this type of mapping, which would of course be much faster to build from...

Monday, 22 July 2013

I am so often entertained when I watch some 'NEWS' item of he-said v. he-said where the argument begins "well, this guy isn't who he claims and is talking out his ass, and loves terrorists, dictators, and strangling puppies" (06:26 in this video), now that I've eliminated my opposition's entire credibility BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. Admittedly, some of my quote isn't "EXACTLY" what was said. Of course the retort @ 08:48 was pretty well said. Presstitute analysts like Kaplan need to be called much more often... It is too bad that his tactics of goading the opposition into a frenzied rage seem to have worked so well in this case. We all know that a frenzied rage is not the greatest platform from which to speak ones mind... In the end of this interview, I have no idea if Syria has actually been the topic of discussion by either party as it turned into a 25 minute shit-flinging competition, which means: working as intended.

Sunday, 21 July 2013

The war on whistleblowers has crossed the border into Canada, though I fail to see 'national security' being cited in this case. Maybe I simply have not put on my creative thinking cap yet, owing to the fact that I am presently waiting on the coffee maker... Oh, wait, I have it... They need to save a half million (per fraud auditor) to fix the sea kings, even though EI is not 'claimed' to be part of the general tax pool, and because the Sea Kings are part of the Coast Guard: National Security threat... and the Coffee is brewed, maybe I can math now.... IE has a maximum duration of 45 weeks and a maximum payout of $501 per week meaning someone reaching both maximums will have earned $22 545 from EI, so each 'fraud investigator' needs to kick a minimum of 21 people off per year, though not everybody gets the maximum (for example the government has been kind enough to provide examples, and I don't know how Sarah does it... single mom with 3 kids on 29k a year?!!), so I would put the number closer to 30.

Saturday, 20 July 2013

I would like to take a minute to thank society for this gem... To say that I am not a fan, would be the most ludicrous understatement I have ever made. There is one thing baffling me in all of this, where do all these people who can afford $120 plain white T-shirts live? Anyway, I have already dedicated more time to this than it was worth. Moving on...